Weeping on a starless night An angel flew to hold me tight Bathed within her arms of light My heart was soothed and burning bright Before the Ministries of Love I felt the softness of that Dove Whose waters flow to heal the Earth With gentle winds of sweet rebirth The flock descends to guide the sheep To rouse us from our weary sleep To meet the Shepherd on his Throne Anointing love to lead us home
Esoteric Writings from upcoming book Falling Water Rising Flame - by Graham Cere - contact: gcere@hotmail.com